The Billionaire And His One Night Stand

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Several months had passed, and I found myself in a situation that can only be described as surreal. My body had expanded to the size of an elephant, and each day had become a struggle. Pregnancy was far from easy, and I couldn’t wait for it to be over. Fortunately, the last few weeks were approaching, or so I thought.

One typical day, I was in the kitchen, diligently working on the never-ending pile of dishes. The weight of my condition was omnipresent, but I had grown accustomed to it over the months. I was lost in my thoughts when, suddenly, I felt something unusual trickling down my thigh. Panic set in, and I whispered, “Oh, no.”

Sebastian, my partner, was in the living room, engrossed in something on the TV. His voice echoed through the house, “What happened?” Concern laced his words as he rushed into the kitchen, confusion evident on his face. “Did you pee on the kitchen floor?”

I mustered a weak smile amidst the chaos, but there was no denying the reality of the situation. “My water broke,” I told him, trying to maintain my composure. The shock was palpable, and panic immediately coursed through his veins.

“Holy shit, wait, I need to get your stuff,” Sebastian stammered, his thoughts racing as he contemplated the impending trip to the hospital. His mind darted around the room, grasping for the hospital bag we had packed weeks ago. In moments like these, it’s easy to forget where you’ve placed something important.

As he frantically scurried around, my discomfort escalated. The cramps in my stomach intensified, and I groaned as I clutched the kitchen counter for support. Contractions had begun, and they were no joke. Each one felt like a vice grip, squeezing my body mercilessly.

Sebastian returned with the hastily retrieved hospital bag and his keys. The look on his face was a blend of fear and excitement, reflecting the whirlwind of emotions we were both experiencing. He helped me to my feet, his hands steady despite his racing heart.

The contractions were coming in waves, each one more intense than the last. I breathed deeply, trying to ride the storm that had erupted within my body. Sebastian guided me to the front door, his voice reassuring as he told me to focus on my breathing and the prospect of soon meeting our baby.

Getting into the car was a monumental task. My body had grown unwieldy, and the contractions made even the simplest of movements a challenge. We managed to squeeze me into the passenger seat, and Sebastian revved the engine. The hospital, which had felt so far away until now, was suddenly just a few miles down the road.

During the drive, I clung to the handle above the window, my knuckles white with tension. Sebastian’s eyes were locked on the road, his grip on the steering wheel equally tight. We were in this together, navigating the path to parenthood with a mixture of excitement and trepidation.

The hospital’s labor and delivery unit loomed in the distance, and my heart raced. We pulled into the parking lot, and with every contraction, my resolve grew stronger. This was it. Our baby was on the way, and there was no turning back now.

Once inside the hospital, the medical staff quickly took over. I was wheeled into a delivery room, the bright lights and medical equipment serving as a stark contrast to the cozy, familiar atmosphere of our home. The room buzzed with activity, and I was grateful for the skilled hands and compassionate voices that surrounded me.

As the contractions continued, I relied on every breathing technique and relaxation method I had learned during prenatal classes. Sebastian was by my side, offering words of encouragement and holding my hand through the pain. His presence was a source of strength, grounding me in the midst of the whirlwind.

Hours passed, and the contractions grew more intense. The hard work of labor had begun, and there was no going back. The medical team guided me through each step, and I could feel the moment drawing nearer. The pain was excruciating, but the promise of meeting our child kept me going.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the moment arrived. With one last, monumental push, our baby entered the world, and the room was filled with the cries of new life. Tears of joy and relief streamed down my face as they placed our precious child in my arms.

Sebastian, his face mirroring my emotions, leaned in to kiss both me and our newborn.

“His name is Luca Thornton.”

The End.